Castiel stretched, trying to work some of the kinks from his back. While he still retained some special talents--Cas didn’t think he would ever be fully human--he was, never the less, more human than not, including, unfortunately, a tendency towards a stiff back after an energetic night. Dean was still asleep next to him, and Cas paused for a moment to marvel at the way the sunlight that peeked through the curtain dances over dean’s hair, making it shine golden.

He loved Dean for the beauty of his soul, but Cas couldn’t deny that Dean’s body didn’t hurt.

Cas heard a key in the lock, and pulled the blanket up over himself and Dean just as Sam entered with three coffees and a box of something that smelled cakey and sweet. Doughnuts.

Sam rolled his eyes when he saw them still in bed, but he sat at the table and pulled out his computer without complaint, looking away to give Cas privacy as he stood and dressed. Cas had thought about pointing out that it wasn’t necessary, that there was nothing shameful about the naked human form, but he knew Sam did it because he liked him, and had accepted Cas into the family. After all, after years of sharing a motel room, the brother’s bonds of personal modesty were more suggestions than rule.

Once dressed, Cas sat at the table, taking a coffee and opening up the box. There were, in fact several doughnuts inside.

Dean stirred on the bed, and Sam balled up a napkin. He tossed it and it bounced off Dean’s head. Dean sat up with a jerk. “Wake up,” Sam said. “I have breakfast.”

Dean yawned, and got out of bed, sauntering over and sitting at the table, stark naked. Sam covered his eyes with a muttered, “Fuck, dude, for real?” and Cas just smiled as his lover leaned down to give him a kiss. He went to sit, and Sam grabbed the box.

“No,” he said. “I’m not eating breakfast with your naked ass. Go put on pants or you don’t get doughnuts.”

“Bitch,” Dean snorted, but found a pair of jeans and pulled them on. As Dean happily stuffed his face, Cas sipped his coffee and hummed. They would be leaving today, and would be sticking around just long enough to figure out their next destination.

Cas felt the room expand just a fraction, and Gabriel was sitting at the table with them, licking the whipped cream off the top of a large hot chocolate. Cas watched as Sam looked up, and they exchanged a fond glance. While being in love with Sam had calmed the archangel to a certain degree, he certainly hadn’t tamed him. In fact, Cas was pretty sure Sam had even helped in a few cases of ironic justice, but Cas never said so to Dean. It was worth is to see that happy look on his brother’s face.

“Hey,” Sam said. “I just got an email from Kurt. Looks like their Glee Club is having some kind of concert in a few days.”

Dean’s chewing slowed. “We’re not that far from Lima,” he said around the doughnut. He swallowed, and continued, “We can be there in, what, a day? Day and a half?”

“I would like to see Kurt and Noah, both,” Cas said.

“Sweet,” Sam said, and started to type. “I’ll let him know we’re coming.”